A/N: This is a songfic based off of the song Everything You Ever from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. It's fantastic. Anyway, I was listening to this, and thought, this could make a really good fanfiction. So here it is. Then I thought, this could make a bunch of really good fanfictions. So basically I'm going to be taking the lyrics to the song, and using them in multiple fanfiction scenarios in this same story. However, they won't be one continuous story line, i.e. what happens in chapter 1 isn't a preface to chapter 2, and so on. And the chapter will be titled with the character that it's centered around. Anyway, enjoy. Please R&R, and let me know if I should continue this.
Disclaimer: The characters are the creation of J.K. Rowling, and the majority of the words are the lyrics to the song Everything You Ever from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.
Chapter 1:
Voldemort
"Check to see if he's alive," Voldemort commanded of Narcissa. She obediently ran over to the body of Potter, and confirmed that it was indeed just a body.
"Here lies everything!" Voldemort let out a triumphant cry, raising his arms to the air.
"You!" he pointed at Hagrid, "pick up the body. I want them to see how their savior died. Running to save his own neck."
The large man, sobbing, shuffled over to the body of the fallen "chosen one," and picked it up. Voldemort strode past his followers into the trees.
"Come, and see your fallen hero!" Voldemort's voice was magnified over the grounds.
His followers were spread out in a line in front of Hogwarts Castle, Voldemort and the body of Harry Potter in the middle. The school poured onto the grounds, ushering cries of, "Harry!"
"Here lies everything!" Voldemort cried again, once again raising his arms to the sky, "the world I wanted at my feet," he punctuated the word "I" and pointed at Harry.
"My victory… is complete," he hissed.
"So hail to the king!" again his voice boomed loud and resounding like a war cry, "arise and sing!"
He was addressing everyone, foe and ally alike.
"So you think our world's benign?" Voldemort had begun pacing in front of the Death Eaters, "So you think justice has a voice?" he gestured at Harry, their fallen voice of revolution.
"And we all have a choice? Well now your world is mine," Voldemort stated plainly, returning to his spot by the body of Harry Potter.
"And I am fine. Now the nightmare's real," his voice was just as unconcerned as before, even bemused, as he surveyed his audience, "Now Lord Voldemort is here. To make you quake with fear. To make to whole world kneel."
He made an example of the rebellious Neville Longbottom, casting a curse on him and forcing him on his knees.
"And I won't feel… a thing."